GUILTY EVEN IF PROVEN INNOCENT – the case of SYRIA


 

12 ANGRY MEN is one of the great classics of American cinema. It shows the jury of a murder case arguing heatedly for two hours (of movie time) on a few fine points that would determine the innocence or guilt of the accused. The key clauses are “Innocent unless proven guilty”, “beyond a reasonable doubt” and “due process”, for which I admire the US Constitution, the Bill of rights and the spirit of justice.

My first question is whether this applies only on American citizens, or to the US as a whole when dealing with other nations. Apparently not. 

In the case of Iraq, the accusation was possession of WMDs. The verdict, however, was: “Invade first, confirm later”, and as it happened, no WMDs were later found. It has now been widely established that Bush and Rice had known about the absence of evidence, though perhaps not Blair, BEFORE the invasion. This I allocate to ulterior motives, and most of us now know what they were/are. I have to admit, I was fooled at the time, but, as The Who blasted out, “We won’t be fooled again.”

Now, the case of Syria. So far, in spite of international and citizen demands, the current administration has failed to produce one shred of evidence to prove its case that it was the Assad government that used the chemical weapon. See the article [US: Proven link of Assad to gas attack lacking] – 
http://news.yahoo.com/us-proven-assad-gas-attack-lacking-182143100–politics.html
in which a top White House aide is quoted as saying, “… the administration lacks ‘irrefutable, beyond-a-reasonable-doubt evidence’ that skeptical Americans, including lawmakers who will start voting on military action this week, are seeking…” 

In the article [US: ‘Common-sense test’ holds Assad responsible] – 
http://news.yahoo.com/us-common-sense-test-holds-assad-responsible-130319320–politics.html
for every “test result” that says yes, there is one or more that says no – e.g. that one faction of the rebels using it against another, or that the Assad regime was framed as a pretext for war. 

There is another point that is of immense importance but generally overlooked. The following article 
http://www.activistpost.com/2013/09/us-planned-syrian-civilian-catastrophe.html 
presents a timeline as follows:

“1991: Paul Wolfowitz, then Undersecretary of Defense, tells US Army General Wesley Clark that the US has 5-10 years to ‘clean up those old Soviet client regimes, Syria, Iran, Iraq, before the next great superpower comes on to challenge us.’ 

“2001: A classified plot is revealed to US Army General Wesley Clark that the US plans to attack and destroy the governments of 7 nations: Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, Libya Somalia, Sudan, and Iran. 

(Fora.TV: Wesley Clark at the Commonwealth Club of California, October 3, 2007. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=TY2DKzastu8)

“2002: US Under Secretary of State John Bolton declares Syria a member of the ‘Axis of Evil’ and warned that ‘the US would take action’. 

This smells of premeditation since the Bush era and even earlier. In fact, it stinks to high heaven.

As for the upcoming UN report, as I understand it, it is only to determine whether chemical weapons had been used, but not by whom. This appears to be a foregone conclusion.

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
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14 REASONS TO OPPOSE THE WAR ON SYRIA


 

According to the Newsmax poll, in which some 120,000 people voted, 89% are against a US military strike against Syria, and I’m one of them.

I’m sure everyone has his/her reason(s) for voting NO. Here are mine: 

1. “Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.” (The Who) This has often if not always been the result of forced regime change, especially in the Middle East. If brutality is in their blood, then the regime may change, but the brutality will remain.

2. The rebels are not a unified entity. There are some 1200 groups/factions/sides among them. (http://news.yahoo.com/freedom-fighters-al-qaeda-know-syrian-rebels-110000779.html) For the moment, they have a common enemy and act in alliance, but if/when the Assad regime is toppled, these groups/factions/sides would/will turn on each other in a bloody power struggle resulting in a civil war which the most brutal would/will win. 

3. The current Syrian government is secular. Among the 1200 factions are Al Qaeda and Islamic extremists. How would you like a new regime that is brutal, Islamic AND Jihadist? 

4. I don’t see too many “limited wars” remaining limited. The Iraq War was said to be “Get in, depose, get out”. Remember G.W. Bush’s huge banner saying “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED”? 10 years later… In the case of a civil war after the deposition of Assad, will the US stay in Syria “to keep the peace”? How many American lives will this then entail?

5. The congressional hearings have grossly underplayed and even buried the Russian factor, while as we speak, Russia is sending warships to the eastern Mediterranean where the US warships are massed. Should there be any direct conflict between the US and Russian forces, especially if it results in damage, ships sunk or fatalities on either side, by accident or intent, could the consequences be contained?

6. And then there is Iran, who vows to intervene should an attack against Syria occur. I doubt that it would directly tangle with the US, but it could certainly retaliate on Israel. If this happens, could the US not engage Iran as well, meaning, escalate the conflict?

7. I don’t see too many “surgical strikes” that do not incur civilian casualties. General Martin Dempsey himself talked about “acceptable collateral damage.” Where the victims are concerned, is it better to be killed by a bomb than by a gas?

8. Striking chemical weapon stockpiles with explosives risk releasing the poisonous gas among the populace. If that happens, who will bomb the US? China?

9. In the G20 summit, most countries question that the chemical weapons were necessarily unleashed by the Assad government and not by the rebels. This needs to be firmly resolved. So far, not a single shred of evidence has surfaced either way. http://news.yahoo.com/lingering-doubts-over-syria-gas-attack-evidence-072755287.html Whatever happened to “Innocent until proven guilty”? As is, the Obama posture is “Shoot, aim, ready”, or “Shoot first, ask questions later”, the key word being of course “Shoot”. (I used to side with Obama over the Republicans on most issues, e.g. climate change, but not in this case. He is losing me, not that he cares.)

10. The US is already cash-strapped and debt-laden. According to Dempsey, a “surgical strike” alone, with “no boots on the ground”, will cost “tens of millions of dollars”. Is the US going to borrow more money to fund this new action? Or else take it from the poor and the elderly? Rest assured that the top 1% won’t have to pay; on the contrary, they stand to gain. 

11. What if the situation “gets out of hand” (a phrase that cropped up more than once in the congressional hearing)? How many more “tens of millions of dollars” is the US ready, able and willing to shell out?

12. If Assad is cornered and toppling is imminent, he might fire his chemical-weapons-loaded missiles at Israel, or worse, at a US warship. What would be the consequence of this, considering that the Middle East is already a powder keg waiting to explode? 

13. Finally, what is the true motive of the US? Righteousness or Dominance? The invasion of Iraq was justified by assertions of presence of WMDs when none were found. We’ve been fooled too many times to not be skeptical.

14. There is in fact one more MAJOR reason, perhaps THE major reason, but one too big for this post. See: http://www.activistpost.com/2013/09/us-planned-syrian-civilian-catastrophe.html

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
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ON THE SOUL AND SOUL MATES


On the Soul and Soul Mates

 
“Soul mates don’t follow each other everywhere. They don’t always reincarnate together or even on the same planet.” – Shannon Wright

This piece is about the soul, but first, behold the Andromeda galaxy, one among the 100-300 billion galaxies in the known PHYSICAL Universe. It comprises 400 billion stars, many with planets. Many of these billions of planets, I believe, have given rise to life, some of which have given rise to civilization, such as our Planet Earth of our Milky Way Galaxy. 

Among those planets with civilization, which I estimate to be in the billions, there are those with ultra-primitive civilizations and those with super-advanced civilizations. Of course advanced civilizations were once primitive. Ours is somewhat-advanced, but not super-advanced. In transition from somewhat-advanced to super-advanced, the civilization would necessarily encounter a bottle-neck, a global crisis, which the civilization, even the species that created it, may or may not survive. 

The billions of planets in the Universe do not have the same time frame. Some were formed earlier, or later, than others. Therefore, various planets with civilization go through their crises at different times. The time of planetary crisis for the planet Earth of the Milky Way Galaxy is now.

And I believe it was my choice, for my own purpose, to incarnate into my body on this planet at this time. Considering how my life has developed since the birth of my body, is still developing today, and will continue to develop until my death, my self-given mission appears to be to help the Earth survive its current crisis.

Though I do not subscribe to the [One life on Earth (and only the planet Earth), followed by eternal Heaven or Hell] dogma, nor the kind of deity inherent therein, and I embrace Evolution, I do believe in the existence of the soul (and I have logical proof of this, just ask). When I say “my body”, it is my soul speaking; when I say “my soul”, it is my body speaking. So I’m not strictly an Atheist either, who does not believe in the existence of the soul. Call me an Independent.

The closest religious model I can relate to is one that espouses Reincarnation in the context of the Universe as modeled by Science, and at that with modifications to suit my logic.

Without scientific support, since the soul appears beyond the reach of contemporary science (my degree is in physics), I venture to say that there exists a parallel plane, or higher dimension, to the 4-dimensional physical world in which our bodies live. Allow me to call it the “Soul Plane”, suffused by a “Soul Pool”, or populated by a “Soul Community”.

My AR friends will agree that we humans do not have a monopoly to the Soul. Other sentient beings – dolphins, elephants, chimpanzees – also have souls. By the same token, we can project that the sentient beings on other planets of other galaxies have souls as well.

By nature, sentient beings go through birth, life and death. While it lives, I believe that it maintains contact, or even oneness, with the soul community, by soul means. Some may lose or sever contact, which may make them spiritually adrift; some may be born without any soul re-incarnated into them, and be soulless, literally. When a sentient being dies, its soul is released back to rejoin the soul community, which in fact its has never left. 

Since Time is the 4th-dimension, it does not apply to the Soul Dimension. In other words, to the soul, existence is timeless. When returned to the soul community, the soul may rest a day, or an eon, before being reincarnated into the body of some new born sentient being somewhere in the physical universe. My soul is in my human body as we speak, but after my body has passed, it may reincarnate into the body of some alien beauty on some planet in the Andromeda galaxy, there to perform another planet-healing mission. But regardless, since the soul of a sentient being is in touch with the soul community, which in turn is in touch with the soul of another sentient being, the souls of these two sentient beings can be in touch with each other through the soul community, whether on different parts of the same planet or on different planets in distant galaxies. 

Given the existence of the soul, do Soul Mates exist? I believe they can. The Taoist symbol portrays that in everything there are dual Yin/Yang halves, each on its own being incomplete. If this applies to the soul as well as the body, then the soul-halves would be incomplete without their Yin/Yang soul mates.

It could be rare for two soul mates to be in the same time and space, but if they are in touch via the soul community, they could hold hands and embrace at will, although their bodies could be epochs and/or lightyears apart. It is like two lovers in the same house working on different tasks on their computers, or watching different movies. 

So why are soul mates not together all the time? It comes to how a certain soul is committed to its own body for a lifetime. On to which planet in which galaxy at which time could be assigned by some higher power on the soul plane, but I believe that the choice can also be made by the soul itself. As I mentioned before, my soul may have chosen my body to re-incarnate into at this time of Planet Earth, for a certain purpose, which I believe is both higher-determined and self-determined.

A soul mate may want eternal peace on the soul plane and never want to reincarnate ever again. Her soul mate may want to go back down and heal a few more critical planets. This means that the body of her soul mate will never find a sentient being in which she inhabits, on the same planet or in the universe, period. But this does not mean that they are separate since his soul is in touch with the soul community, and the soul community is where she is.

Blessed are those soul mates whose bodies find one another on the same planet, at the same time. Might I say that they have good fortune and excellent timing. Those who believe that they have found their soul mates under the same roof ought to celebrate this blessing in every thanksgiving and anniversary.

For two soul mates to meet in body on the physical plane, I believe it is as easy, or as difficult, as to agree on a common PURPOSE.

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Ch. 4 – THE RHINO BUTCHERY


THE RHINO BUTCHERY
Ch. 4 of [A PLANET’S RANSOM]
by Anthony Marr

Note: Chapters 1, 2 & 3 were posted on Aug. 12, 15 & 15 resp.

In spite of her outward cool, her heart had been pumping at 120 beats a minute, and that was before the action even remotely started. Rebecca was doing nothing more nerve racking and strenuous than merely grooming Fire and Brimstone. The horse himself was quivering in excitement, partly due to his own inner expectations and partly in empathy with Rebecca.

She heard footstep approaching from behind, but thinking that it was Travis, she refrained from turning around. Anything she does caused by him would empower him, and she for some reason does not want to empower him in the least.

“Good morning, Rebecca.”

She turned at once. It was not Travis, but Jake Hawthorn.

She straightened up, brushed a strand of blonde hair from her eyes, and forced a smile. “Oh, hi. Good morning, Jake.”

“Listen, uh, just wanna tell you that there are no hard feelings.”

“Oh? I didn’t know that there were any bad feelings at all.”

“Well, let me put it this way. When it comes to winning or losing money, there are always feeling.”

“Then, let’s just say that were feelings involved, mine were good, and still are.”

“I’m glad to hear this, Rebecca, and let me add that they are about to be even better.”

“Wow, I’m not sure I could handle any more excitement.”

“You will have an audience at your rhino hunt today.”

“And why should my feelings improve because of this? In fact, I find this a rude intrusion. I have in mind to hunt Hercules ON MY OWN. I want to be the only living human being within the horizon centered upon Hercules. Even Travis will be dismissed.”

“You known that’s illegal.”

“I will sign a death release if you want, but I will not allow my intimate act of love with Hercules be voyeured upon.”

“There are others besides Travis.”

“Dismiss them too.”

“I’m afraid that will not be possible.”

“And why not?”

“I have already promised it to my new client.”

“I don’t care who it is. That’s not part of our deal. Again, to gawk at me while I consummate my love affair with Hercules is an act of voyeurism. That arrangement is between you and your client. It has nothing to do with me. From me, no means no. So, please cancel it.”

“As I said, Rebecca, that will not be possible. We are talking about the president of the United States.”

“So?”

“So, you have the most powerful man in the world as your captive audience.”

“And what makes you think that I would be excited by that? Besides, he’s married.”

Jake was all but speechless.

“Would you want to be watched when you have sex with your wife?”

“Come on, Rebecca, you’re getting unduly personal.”

“And you think telling me that I have to perform a sexual act in front of a total stranger, even one with a big – ego, is not personal?”

“Look, uh, just go through with this, please.”

“Sorry. All of a sudden, I’m not feeling well. I’ll postpone the hunt indefinitely – till I feel better.”

“Alright, listen, you go and take down Hercules today, and I will pay you 10% of the president’s fee.”

“Of what?”

“Of his black-maned lion.”

“You’ve got to be joking, Jake. 10% of $25,000 is $2,500. What kind of a high class prostitute you take me for?”

“20% then.”

“That makes $3,000. I spend that much a day back in New York. And hunting Hercules will be a lifetime experience for me.”

“30% then.”

“Jake, let’s stop talking about the lion. Tell you what. Pay me 30% of the president’s fee for a rhino hunt. Now that might trigger my exhibitionist instinct.”

“Are you cr…”

“Uh uh. You are coming to me. I didn’t come to you. Let’s make this point clear.”

“30% of a rhino hunt is $100,000. But, since the president did not ask for a rhino hunt it would be easy for me to deal.”

“Deal.” She extended her hand without hesitation, and Jake shook it like an automaton. “And, by the way, he will.”

As they were conversing, there was a drone hovering over Hercules. It was an RC helicopter equipped alternatively with a zoomable HD video/still camera by day and an infrared video camera by night. An on board transmitter would beam the footage frame-by-frame down to a ground based receiver hooked up to a laptop computer on which screen the image at any one split second would be displayed in real time, while it was being recorded in the computer’s hard drive. On the right of the laptop was the joystick by which the drone was controlled, both in flight characteristics as well as the camera functions. The piloting of the drone is conducted as if the footage on the screen was the view from the cockpit of a real helicopter. Right now, the laptop was on the hood of a jeep located about a horizontal mile from the drone. Gripping the joystick was the right hand of one Dr. Mark Lee, and dead centre on the screen of the laptop was one magnificent male black rhino.

The noon day heat raised such a broad and steady thermal that the drone on low power could just float on it, thus lengthening the duration and range of the flight. His mission was to conduct a grid-by-grid aerial survey of the rhino population and distribution, and, while at it, monitor the poaching activity, plus, if possible, intervene by direct action, that is, by means of the drone. For this purpose, it was also equipped with a ten-pack “fire-cracker” releaser, where the “fire-cracker” is activated upon release with a twenty-second fuse delay.

In order not to disturb the wildlife nor alert the poachers, Mark maintained a minimum hovering altitude of 300 meters at all times where the quiet sky-blue electric drone would be all but invisible and inaudible. This minimum height is observed even when releasing the fire-crackers, where he would aim the camera vertically downward, and release the rocket-shaped projectiles when the target area was at screen centre. So far, he had had several occasions to hone this skill in real life poaching situations, and more than one rhino had been thus saved.

Now the drone was at a 45 degree angle above the rhino, and, with the camera aimed down 45 degrees, Mark executed a horizontal 360 degree sweep with the camera set at wide-angle.

Almost at once, he noticed three ground vehicles approaching the rhino at a charge. At a hundred yards, they came to a halt. A dozen black dots emerged from the vehicles spread out in a fan, which in Mark’s mind constituted a poaching gang.

Just one thing out of the ordinary. There appeared to be a zebra about half way between the rhino and the vehicles, and the zebra appeared to be trotting from the vehicles towards the rhino, with something looking like a baboon sitting on its back.

Mark stabilized the drone, aimed the camera at the zebra, zoomed in, and realized that it in fact was not a zebra carrying a baboon, but a large horse carrying a small human, a woman to be exact, one with what appeared to be a hunting bow in her hand.

While sensing the woman’s malicious intent in his gut, Mark was puzzled. This departed markedly from the general MO of a poaching gang, nor that of an anti-poaching patrol. Nor was he aware of any wildlife biologist backed by a dozen men or more. If anything, it invoked a scene from the movie Troy, where the Greek coalition army sent Achilles out to do one-on-one battle against Hector. But still, it did not make full sense. If this is a trophy hunting party, why would it send out a woman armed only with a bow against a massive rhino full of testosterone and soon adrenaline as well?

The woman maintained a steady trot, bearing an off-direct course for a tangential approach to the rhino. When she reached the point of closest approach on that tangent, she stopped the horse. Mark estimated her distance to the rhino to be 30-40 yards. He maximum-zoomed the telephoto on her, and, due to the slight vibration, he switched over to “Still”, and snapped a dozen still shots of her, at least three of which caught her in profile, two in quarter frontal and one full frontal.

Then, he kicked himself that in his puzzlement, he did not think of repositioning the drone for a fire-cracker release. Were he to do it now, he would momentarily lose sight of the woman. But before he could move the drone, if he wanted to, he saw the woman draw her bow, fire off an arrow, draw the bow again and shot again, and a third. He wide angled the lens, and saw that the rhino had orientated his massive body at the woman and begun a ponderous charge. The woman shot off another arrow. And then, her horse reared and threw her on to the ground. The horse regained his balance, and began to run away, but the woman held him back by the reins which she retained in her hand. The rhino continued his charge and was soon on to them. Quickly, she positioned the horse in between the rhino and herself, and, in Mark’s inner rhetoric, “offered him up as a living shield”.

Before his very eyes, the rhino ran his horn clean through the torso of the horse. While the two animals were lock in the death struggle, the women ran off 30 yards, and shot another half a dozen arrows into the rhino. And when the dust had finally settled, the only one left standing was the woman.

Mark zoomed in to her again and snapped a few more still shots, one of which caught her raising her bow above her head at the observing party in triumph. In some disgust at himself, Mark finished what he had to do. He aimed the telephoto at the observing party, zoomed it to the max, and snapped another dozen still shots. To his amazement, a least two of them showed the face of the President of the United States.

Note: The pic shows Joella Bates’ kill.

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A PLANET’S RANSOM – CH. 3 – THE BLACK HERCULES


 

Ch. 3 – THE BLACK HERCULES

“Dear Sir,” typed Jake Hawthorn on his laptop keyboard in his Namibia bush office tent, “I am much gratified that you have again chosen African Nights Safari to be your outfitter and Mr. Travis Waltrip as your hunting guide. Mr. Waltrip has already performed a thorough pre-hunt reconnaissance of the intended hunting area. A magnificent black-maned lion has been selected for your pleasure. This lion is the most handsome of the notorious Gang of Four which has just taken over the previous AAH pride. The hunt can commence immediately upon your arrival. I look forward, sir, to be of service to you again. Patriotically yours, Jake Hawthorn.”

He read it once over, then pressed “Send”.

Still fuming over the blackmail of Rebecca, his business mind nonetheless began firing electrons. How better than to use her to regain his loss? The hunting fee for a big male lion is $25,000. The current fee for a rhino hunt is $350,000. There is no comparison. And the timing is excellent. This premium client would be arriving within a week, about the same time as Rebecca’s unprecedented “complimentary” rhino hunt.

For ten days, Rebecca religiously followed “her” Black Hercules on horseback, taking pictures of him from all angles and in all strides. Lunch time or not, she was salivating. Black rhinos have a certain ponderous grace unequaled on the African plain. The lions are super-athletes, but even large males lack the rhino’s stupendous presence. And while elephants are majestic, they’re too heavy to break from their shuffling running-walk into a trot, much less a canter, not to mention a gallop, all of which the rhino can gracefully execute. 

Once, she got a little too close, and he mock charged, making her Thoroughbred stallion Fire and Brimstone take automatic flight. With each succeeding encounter, she found herself getting closer and closer to Hercules, and with every succeeding charge, she found herself containing Fire and Brimstone longer and longer until the infuriated super-unicorn was almost upon them. Then she would release the steed into an instant full-gallop.

Rebecca was in love.

Then, towards the end of the week, two what she recognized to be military Black Hawk helicopters arrived, flanking a white civilian Ranger helicopter bearing a blue insignia on its flank. The trio landed in a field some two hundred yards from the hunting camp, and parked in a triangular formation, each facing outward. The Ranger was the one facing the hunting camp. Within a minute, a man in safari attire emerged from the white helicopter, followed by four men in military fatigue. The first glimpse of the man through her binoculars took her breath away. No, not love at first sight, which Rebecca had experienced countless times in her life, nothing like that. Just moments before, and all week long, she was head over heels in love with the Black Hercules, complete with sexual tension. This man, well, he was pleasant to look at, but not Brad Pitt handsome. He did project charisma, but not in possession of a Stallonesque physique. His silver hair did make him look distinguished, but not in an Adonisian fashion. But for those beholders who recognized him at first glance – and who wouldn’t? – it was not irresistible appeal, but indefensible power – the legendary ultimate aphrodisiac. She could feel it in her loins.

She saw Jake and Travis each starting up their Land Rovers and raised a trail of dust which eventually joined the larger dust cloud raised by the helicopters. They parked in tandem near the white helicopter and obsequiously welcomed the world’s sexiest man and his four body-guards on board. The vehicles then retraced the dust trail back to the main hunting tent into which all but two of the men entered. These two men seated themselves with practised casualness in two canvas camping chairs each on one side of the tent entrance. Not so casual were the M-16s they leaned against the chairs. 

While the engines of the helicopters were winding down, eight men emerged from the Black Hawks, who effortlessly erected at the center of the triangle the biggest tent she had ever seen, surrounded by three military tents. Meanwhile in camp, the kitchen staff brought heaping plates of what she had become familiarized to be venison, or bush meat, into the main tent, from which wind-distorted laughter emanated. 

At sunset, the men emerged, and were delivered back by the same two Rovers to the helicopter bivouac. Lamps were lit inside the huge tent, with silhouettes cast fleetingly on the tent walls. Soon, quietude descended, gradually replaced by the sounds of the wild African night.

The next morning, she was awakened by the sound of a helicopter taking off. Upon exiting her tent, she saw that the sun had ascended halfway up the eastern sky, and the helicopter camp looked all but deserted save the two Black Hawks and three sentinels guarding the perimeter. She cursed herself for sleeping in. 

After fuming until her coffee got cold, she had one of the staff tack up Fire and Brimstone and rode out solo in search of Hercules, per chance to come across the power-hunting party. Without the guidance of the ever dog-like Travis, she had no luck. The invigorating running with the zebra and wildebeest herd did not stir her soul one iota. In frustration, she brutally spurred Fire and Brimstone ten miles back to camp. 

Upon her arrival, it was late afternoon. As she trotted the horse back to the corral, something caught her eye, by which she was momentarily stunned – the skin of a black-maned lion stretched out on a vertical frame, next to the one in which the hide of Achilles was still spread-eagled. The power- party had evidently returned to its bivouac. Whom she did encounter was her hunting dog Travis, who was wearing his characteristic wolfish grin. 

“Hey Rebecca, where’ve you been?” said the guide airily. “I was getting worried.”

“Seeking Hercules,” she answered with as few words as possible.

“Any luck?”

“Not telling, considering that if I said yes, you would frown, and if I said no, you would laugh. Neither I find very appealing.”

“I take it that it’s a no then. Haha!”

“Take it whatever way you like.”

“My day has been fantastic!” he said with false glee.

“I don’t remember asking.”

“Well, our big client got his lion, under my expert guidance of course.”

“I find neither earth-shattering.”

“This day is the biggest day of my life!” announced Travis to the sky.

“Really? Sounds familiar. Isn’t that what you said to me the night Achilles died.”

“Ah, well, yeah, but this one is in a class of its own. Tell you a secret, if you promise not to tell.”

“That’s what secret means, Travis. But what makes you think that I’m interested.”

“Ohhh, if I told you, you’d become extremely interested, guaranteed.”

“So tell me, if it really distresses you not to.”

“Well, first off, he is not a good shot. I had to finish it for him.”

“Oh, really? You had to finish Achilles for me too. Now I see what you mean by gallantry.”

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. His is a scoped 30-06; yours was a bow. There is a big difference.”

“Oh, so his is an ‘is’ and mine has become a ‘was’?”

“Damn it, Rebecca!”

“Take your mind off it, Travis. My feelings are not your concern. This is the Day of your Huge Client, so let’s keep me out of it.”

“You are twisting my words…”

“What did you mean by ‘first off’?”

“Pardon?”

“You said, ‘First off, he is not a good shot.'”

“Oh, that. Well, other than this, he is pretty fantastic.”

“How? After all, he is my competition for your attention now.”

“For one thing, he is one of the most powerful men in the world…, hell, THE most powerful man in the world.”

“Who? The president of the United States?”

“You said it. I didn’t.”

“Pleading the Fifth means admitting.”

“Whatever you say, Rebecca.”

“So, what is the president going to do tomorrow?”

“Without confirming that this client is the U.S. president, he will be watching a hunt tomorrow.”

“What hunt?”

“A rhino hunt.”

“Whose rhino hunt?”

“Yours.”

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Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE) 
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org 
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.Marr.001
http://www.facebook.com/Global_Anti-Hunting_Coalition
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.MarrII 
http://www.youtube.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
http://www.DearHomoSapiens.blogspot.com
http://www.AnthonyMarr13.wordpress.com

A PLANET’S RANSOM – CH. 2 – [HOW 25 ARROWS KILLED ONE ELEPHANT]


 

Ch. 2 – [How 25 arrows killed one elephant]

of Anthony Marr’s book-in-the-making [A PLANET’S RANSOM]. 

—–

Rebecca felt nothing about the two-dozen dead cubs, but she hired a helicopter to over-fly the old AAH territory until she spotted the scene of the carnage. She instructed the pilot to circle the site several times during which she took over a hundred aerial photos, then to set the chopper down for her to take close-up shots.

Meanwhile, through her weeks of Big-5 tracking, Rebecca had not relented on her upper-body-strength-training. To take down her next prey – by means of arrows – even her 75-lb draw bow would not suffice. To drive the heavy-gauge tri-bladed arrows deep into the massive body of her target, a draw weight no less than 90-lbs would be required. And 90-lbs is what her bow is now set at, which even Travis himself could barely manage.

While increasing the draw weight, she had to come to terms with decreasing expectation about tusk length. The rigours on the ground, including over thirty miles of trekking in the fierce African heat on some days, and at that without much to show in terms of her quest of the 100-pounder, had drummed into her the difficulty of finding even a 50-pounder, or tusks greater than 5 feet long. For this she suffered a bout of emotional belittlement, but emerged with the determination to find at least a 60-pounder, one with tusks at least six feet long. 

To track elephants is different from tracking lions. Whereas the lions are highly territorial, roam the open savannah and sleep openly under acacia trees, elephants range widely in their quest for forage and water, and often frequent thick vegetation where the visibility is restricted to 30 yards or less. Which may as well, since the ideal shooting distance of an arrow is only 30 yards. 

Other than the shooting distance, which for the scoped rifle could be hundreds of yards, bow hunting has the extra disadvantage regarding the angle of attack. Simply put, a rifle is capable of both the frontal brain shot meant to drop the element where he stood, and the frontal or broadside heart shot, whereas the flank heart shot is the only one the bow is capable of. The desperate bow hunter could of course attempt a frontal shot in the chest between the massive fore limbs, but it would more likely end up being a lung shot, and the enraged wounded animal would be directionally oriented to charge straight at you. 

Rebecca is not the only female bow hunter, and won’t be the first to bow-hunt an elephant. The first woman who killed an elephant with an arrow was Teresa Greenfield, who dispatched her elephant with a single arrow, resulting in the elephant staggering for over a mile before collapsing. His body was recovered a day later, and it was still warm. The pain in the arrow-embedded heart which struggles to beat faster and faster cannot be imagined. 

This did not exactly trouble Rebecca, but her burning ambition to out-do Greenfield found something in it that she could use to her advantage. Considering that the heart of an elephant weights some 28 kg or over 60 pounds, making it more than twice as large as an Easter Butterball turkey, it would be hard to miss at 30 yards. Thus she formed a plan of her own design – to kill her elephant in a different way – HER way. She would fire as many arrows into the heart of the elephant as the situation would allow, the goal being to kill the elephant as quickly as possible. 

“I expect that the elephant will collapse within 100 yards of where the first arrow is launched, and will die within an hour of when the first arrow is shot,” she wrote to a hunting magazine, to which Teresa Greenfield was of course paying rapt attention.. 

The day when the 65-pounder was sighted, though too far to reach, the camp fire illuminated a scene where an act of extortion occurred.

Jacob Hawthorn, Travis’s senior partner, was nursing a glass of whiskey when Rebecca sidled next to him. “What a glorious day this has been, Jake,” she half whispered.

“Indeed, Rebecca, indeed,” enthused Hawthorn. “And tomorrow promises to be even more glorious yet.”

“I hope so. I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” Her gaze penetrated to the retina of his hooded eyes.

“If you don’t bring down that huge beast by sundown tomorrow, I will give you a ten percent discount.”

“Hmm, since you brought up this subject, What I have to say to you is that you will give me a hundred percent discount, whether I bring down the beast or not.” Her soft gazed transformed into a steely stare.

“Ha ha, nice try, Rebecca, I love you as a client, but not THAT much.” But his smile was forced.

“Oh, Jake, you will positively HATE me for it, but you will give me not only the 100% discount on the elephant, but a hundred and fifty percent discount on the promised rhino, and I don’t want a docile White rhino either, but a fiery Black rhino.”

“I’m having a hard time laughing to your sense of humour, Ms. Bates.”

“No laughing matter, I’m afraid, Jake.” She handed him a large and budging brown envelope. “Here, check this out.”

“Wh… what’s this?” He stammered slightly while taking the enveloped from her hands.

“Go on, open it. It won’t bite.” She smiled. “Hmm, on second thought, I think it might.”

He slowly set down his half-empty glass, awkwardly tore open the envelope, and extracted from within a thick stack of coloured photographs, which he stared at, one by one, eye-brows raised, jaw dropped.

“Wh… what’s all these?” He repeated.

“They are images of the remains of the AAH pride. A disaster that occurred on your watch. “They won’t cmake a pretty scene if and when exposed to the public.”

He could not take his eyes from the photographs, but in them began to smolder the smoke of anger, which soon morphed into fury.

“Does Travis know about this?” 

“No. No one knows about this, as of now. But one such package has been sent to New York City, and received yesterday by my friend Edward Smith. If he does not receive anything else from me by midnight our time, that is two hours from now, he will release them to the New York Times, and the National Geographic, with your name plastered all over them.”

“This is blackmail, Ms. Bates, and blackmail is a criminal offence.”

“So sue me.”

At 11:45 pm, she received a two complimentary “rewards” from African Nights Safari, Inc., one for an elephant hunt, and the other for a rhino hunt, plus a “bonus” of $175,000 deposited into her bank account in Manhattan – exactly half the fee for a rhino hunt. At 11:59 pm, she made her call to New York.

“Edward,” she said within Jake’s ear-shot. “Hold off releasing the package until month-end If I return to New York safely before then, we could burn it, together; if not, release its to the press the first of next month.”

The next day, she did down her 65-pounder. She did it on horseback, alternatively fleeing the charging elephant and charging after it as it fled. In all, the scabbard tied to the saddles contained 25 arrows, all of which, within three minutes, had become deeply imbedded in the thick bulk of the behemoth, with none showing on the outside. Well within a hundred yards, he collapsed for good, as she had predicted.

———-

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE) 
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org 
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.Marr.001
http://www.facebook.com/Global_Anti-Hunting_Coalition
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.MarrII 
http://www.youtube.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
http://www.DearHomoSapiens.blogspot.com
http://www.AnthonyMarr13.wordpress.com

A PLANET’S RANSOM – CH. 2 – [HOW 25 ARROWS KILLED ONE ELEPHANT]


 

Ch. 2 – [How 25 arrows killed one elephant]

of Anthony Marr’s book-in-the-making [A PLANET’S RANSOM]. 

—–

Rebecca felt nothing about the two-dozen dead cubs, but she hired a helicopter to over-fly the old AAH territory until she spotted the scene of the carnage. She instructed the pilot to circle the site several times during which she took over a hundred aerial photos, then to set the chopper down for her to take close-up shots.

Meanwhile, through her weeks of Big-5 tracking, Rebecca had not relented on her upper-body-strength-training. To take down her next prey – by means of arrows – even her 75-lb draw bow would not suffice. To drive the heavy-gauge tri-bladed arrows deep into the massive body of her target, a draw weight no less than 90-lbs would be required. And 90-lbs is what her bow is now set at, which even Travis himself could barely manage.

While increasing the draw weight, she had to come to terms with decreasing expectation about tusk length. The rigours on the ground, including over thirty miles of trekking in the fierce African heat on some days, and at that without much to show in terms of her quest of the 100-pounder, had drummed into her the difficulty of finding even a 50-pounder, or tusks greater than 5 feet long. For this she suffered a bout of emotional belittlement, but emerged with the determination to find at least a 60-pounder, one with tusks at least six feet long. 

To track elephants is different from tracking lions. Whereas the lions are highly territorial, roam the open savannah and sleep openly under acacia trees, elephants range widely in their quest for forage and water, and often frequent thick vegetation where the visibility is restricted to 30 yards or less. Which may as well, since the ideal shooting distance of an arrow is only 30 yards. 

Other than the shooting distance, which for the scoped rifle could be hundreds of yards, bow hunting has the extra disadvantage regarding the angle of attack. Simply put, a rifle is capable of both the frontal brain shot meant to drop the element where he stood, and the frontal or broadside heart shot, whereas the flank heart shot is the only one the bow is capable of. The desperate bow hunter could of course attempt a frontal shot in the chest between the massive fore limbs, but it would more likely end up being a lung shot, and the enraged wounded animal would be directionally oriented to charge straight at you. 

Rebecca is not the only female bow hunter, and won’t be the first to bow-hunt an elephant. The first woman who killed an elephant with an arrow was Teresa Greenfield, who dispatched her elephant with a single arrow, resulting in the elephant staggering for over a mile before collapsing. His body was recovered a day later, and it was still warm. The pain in the arrow-embedded heart which struggles to beat faster and faster cannot be imagined. 

This did not exactly trouble Rebecca, but her burning ambition to out-do Greenfield found something in it that she could use to her advantage. Considering that the heart of an elephant weights some 28 kg or over 60 pounds, making it more than twice as large as an Easter Butterball turkey, it would be hard to miss at 30 yards. Thus she formed a plan of her own design – to kill her elephant in a different way – HER way. She would fire as many arrows into the heart of the elephant as the situation would allow, the goal being to kill the elephant as quickly as possible. 

“I expect that the elephant will collapse within 100 yards of where the first arrow is launched, and will die within an hour of when the first arrow is shot,” she wrote to a hunting magazine, to which Teresa Greenfield was of course paying rapt attention.. 

The day when the 65-pounder was sighted, though too far to reach, the camp fire illuminated a scene where an act of extortion occurred.

Jacob Hawthorn, Travis’s senior partner, was nursing a glass of whiskey when Rebecca sidled next to him. “What a glorious day this has been, Jake,” she half whispered.

“Indeed, Rebecca, indeed,” enthused Hawthorn. “And tomorrow promises to be even more glorious yet.”

“I hope so. I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” Her gaze penetrated to the retina of his hooded eyes.

“If you don’t bring down that huge beast by sundown tomorrow, I will give you a ten percent discount.”

“Hmm, since you brought up this subject, What I have to say to you is that you will give me a hundred percent discount, whether I bring down the beast or not.” Her soft gazed transformed into a steely stare.

“Ha ha, nice try, Rebecca, I love you as a client, but not THAT much.” But his smile was forced.

“Oh, Jake, you will positively HATE me for it, but you will give me not only the 100% discount on the elephant, but a hundred and fifty percent discount on the promised rhino, and I don’t want a docile White rhino either, but a fiery Black rhino.”

“I’m having a hard time laughing to your sense of humour, Ms. Bates.”

“No laughing matter, I’m afraid, Jake.” She handed him a large and budging brown envelope. “Here, check this out.”

“Wh… what’s this?” He stammered slightly while taking the enveloped from her hands.

“Go on, open it. It won’t bite.” She smiled. “Hmm, on second thought, I think it might.”

He slowly set down his half-empty glass, awkwardly tore open the envelope, and extracted from within a thick stack of coloured photographs, which he stared at, one by one, eye-brows raised, jaw dropped.

“Wh… what’s all these?” He repeated.

“They are images of the remains of the AAH pride. A disaster that occurred on your watch. “They won’t cmake a pretty scene if and when exposed to the public.”

He could not take his eyes from the photographs, but in them began to smolder the smoke of anger, which soon morphed into fury.

“Does Travis know about this?” 

“No. No one knows about this, as of now. But one such package has been sent to New York City, and received yesterday by my friend Edward Smith. If he does not receive anything else from me by midnight our time, that is two hours from now, he will release them to the New York Times, and the National Geographic, with your name plastered all over them.”

“This is blackmail, Ms. Bates, and blackmail is a criminal offence.”

“So sue me.”

At 11:45 pm, she received a two complimentary “rewards” from African Nights Safari, Inc., one for an elephant hunt, and the other for a rhino hunt, plus a “bonus” of $175,000 deposited into her bank account in Manhattan – exactly half the fee for a rhino hunt. At 11:59 pm, she made her call to New York.

“Edward,” she said within Jake’s ear-shot. “Hold off releasing the package until month-end If I return to New York safely before then, we could burn it, together; if not, release its to the press the first of next month.”

The next day, she did down her 65-pounder. She did it on horseback, alternatively fleeing the charging elephant and charging after it as it fled. In all, the scabbard tied to the saddles contained 25 arrows, all of which, within three minutes, had become deeply imbedded in the thick bulk of the behemoth, with none showing on the outside. Well within a hundred yards, he collapsed for good, as she had predicted.

———-

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE) 
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org 
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.Marr.001
http://www.facebook.com/Global_Anti-Hunting_Coalition
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.MarrII 
http://www.youtube.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
http://www.DearHomoSapiens.blogspot.com
http://www.AnthonyMarr13.wordpress.com